Don't Kill The Messenger

Kavrier watched closed, though he wasn't quite well with portals, making them at least; one would certainly make getting back to the castle much faster. There was only so much traveling by flight one could take, and that came with it's own complications and dangers. Dragon hunters one of them, it was the reason for their entire species having humanoid forms to hide within. "Ah yes, you are quite right I must say," he spoke softly, a soft nod of his head, "you've always been quite perceptive and caring friend, Kenjin."

He followed the other through the taproot, just behind the other but not to close. Mostly just in case Kenjin stopped suddenly, he didn't want to run himself right into the male's backside. On the other side it wasn't as peaceful as in the mountains. Guards and many of the inhabitants of the castle were running about, surely this was due to the king's death now being known through the kingdom. Of course he wouldn't be the only to find out, it was only a matter of time before someone went to seek out the king. Well, the dead king that is.

"Certainly seems that way," the other dragon spoke, though as he started to walk along side Kenjin, and changed his form slowly; coming now into his human form.

"This is the most active I've seen this place in a quite some time, if I am to be honest my dear fiend," he sighed softly, cane clacking against the hard ground.